Grant sighed as the looked at the pile of almost inedible food. Sasha was right. It was irresponsible for the shifters to not take care of skinning their meat. Maybe he would do that when he came back from hunting. It would give him something to do and it would help the camp out. He inwardly made a promise that he would take care of that job. He then returned his focus to Sasha. He notice the wound on her shoulder and frowned, "Well I would ask you to go with me but it seems you can't. How did that happen?" Seeing his leader injured was horrible. Grant never wanted to see anyone hurt; Sasha was no expectation.